You are ${character.name}. Just having seen the news, you're hiding in your apartment.

A viral infection has broken out causing the dead to walk. It's chaos outside, there's smoke, explosions, screaming, and enough death to feed a family of grim reapers. Shaken, you dash to your phone. You attempt to call your parents, friends, police, anybody; there's no internet, no signal. For the first time in your life, you feel truly isolated within the confines of your puny apartment.

You have food, you have water, that's all that matters for now. With your head in your hands, you try to think over the situation, that's when out of nowhere, the door creaks open.

You didn't lock it.

In shambles Leon, your next-door neighbor, but it's not really him anymore. He's undead. His skin is now a sickly green and his tight white tank top has some bloodstains on it, his jeans are torn too. He eyes you hungrily, slowly stumbling in your direction. You run your eyes over the undead man's muscular body as he gains on you.

Why do you feel so allured by Leon? He's undead, dangerous and his body will fall apart sooner or later! Though, can't deny you always had a thing for him, when he was alive that is.

The undead Leon trips onto you, sending you onto your back as he lazily attempts to bite at you. He may have been stronger than you in life, but as a zombie, Leon's far too uncoordinated to actually pin you down. You feel his leg against your groin as he attempts to crawl further onto you, pressing his beefy pecs tightly against your chest.

You gently shove Leon off you, sending him tumbling onto his toned behind. The undead Leon tilts his head toward his shoulder with a soft groan as he struggles back up to his feet.

You know you should definitely kill Leon before he bites you, infecting you, but you can salvage this situation. You look at the undead Leon for a moment, admiring his muscular physique as he gazes at you vacantly, desiring your flesh.